[DJ scratches]
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Wale!
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They ain't sayin' nothing anyway
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They might as well talk about nothin
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[Seinfeld Sample]
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[Jerry Seinfeld:] This woman is bending my mind into a pretzel!
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[Cosmo Kramer:] You better be careful with that thing. You'll start a war
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Ooooh
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[Verse 1]
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Look
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I just wanna make you better, I think I can save you
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But I think I'm Bi-Polar, I love you, then I hate you
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Grew of disdain, though I hate whoever ain't you
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Hate when I can't date you, but I also need my space too
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I made room for this love, how foolish of me
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And every woman lookin' at you, knew that you was lucky
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So check the verse Miss, I ain't say I'm perfect
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But you was low on love, what I do? Reimbursed it
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And now it hurts to be around or converse witcha
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And what's worse is before this I had worse witcha
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Now war missles, handguns and grenades
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The wars I couldn't break, Imma take 'em apart with a tank
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And Momma told me, "Be careful who you love"
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Gee said, "Just wrap it up, these bitches actin' up"
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And as for us, we was different though, things have gotten difficult
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Tried to be, Mr. Perfect, Intercontinental, hold up
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You spend your time with your fiends, all the time
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And all that time, with your friends, put my momentum on decline
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My mind's gone evil, you changed with the season
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You had a new clear heart, guess I was Hiroshima
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So now I need some Xan, need some Remy and some Reefer
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So when this war is over I'm not PTSDing
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And I don't wanna leave her, but you know what got me wondering?
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I'm scared to lose love, but even more scared to love again
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[Chorus - Daniel Merriweather:]
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But why we gotta argue, why we gotta fight
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I just wanna love you, I wanna make it right
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It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
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So tell me why are we at war? [Chorus repeats as a round in the background]
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Why are we at war?
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Why are we at war?
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So baby why are we at war?
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[Seinfeld Sample]
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[George Costanza:] They get away with murder!
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You never see one of them lift anything over 3 pounds.
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They do whatever they want, whenever they want, and nobody can stop them!
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[Jerry Seinfeld:] She's like a beautiful Godzilla
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[George Costanza:] And I'm thousands of fleeing Japanese
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[Cosmo Kramer:] Oooh, she's a package full of energy!
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[Elaine Benis:] She's a package full of something!
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[Cosmo Kramer:] Yeah!
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[Verse 2]
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Yea, they do (whatever they want, whenever they want) and nobody else can stop it
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I'm catchin' myself depositing these feelings she'd withdraw from
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And I ain't got the gall to tell my guys they are bye-bye, so I'm hurtin'
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My effort is apparent, she not fertile
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The anger I've adopted, the feeling's been aborted
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So now I press ignore if forever Cupid tried to call her
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They call me, better not, see when everything is stop
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And your love's in hindsight, and you see everything it's not
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Notice everything it wasn't, realizin' why it shouldn't
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Ever be again, 'cause in the end, it's not 'bout what you put in
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Fuck kissing and hugging, they love pushing your buttons
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New love, is so beautiful, time just makes it ugly
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But fuck it, I accept it, no longer will neglect it
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If a period is late, then I will mark it with a question
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That mean I never trust 'em, and if you ever love 'em
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Know that favorite girlfriends turn to crazy baby mothers
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The war
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[Chorus - Daniel Merriweather (2x):]
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But why we gotta argue, why we gotta fight
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I just wanna love you, I wanna make it right
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It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
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So tell me why are we at war? [Chorus repeats as a round in the background]
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Why are we at war?
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Why are we at war?
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So baby why are we at war?
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[Wale - outro]
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Uh
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Just another product of the Matrix, this maze I'm in amazes me at times
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I just wanted to be at peace with you, and if I gotta settle for a piece of you then I gotta say Peace to you
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With all due respect, I do respect you enough to expect
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Effort is all I ask
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If we're gonna last more I gotta ask for more
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And if that means I'm asking for too much, I'm sure we'll end up as our last
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Or
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Past
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We bash
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We blast
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We shoot
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We lose
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